Ah, the irony. The leftist descent into nightmare, inverted - as always - into utopia. Imagine: fleeing from Somalia, to Sweden, then fleeing from Sweden, back to Somalia. Hopefully, they will all do that, throughout the West, when they finally discover what a can of worms the West has become. And perhaps - in a best-case scenario - take all the leftists with them.

In the grand scheme of things, there is no such thing as 'disaster'. But from the perspective of a sane individual, this is just stupid. The multicultural society is a lost cause - even immigrants are starting to see this. Maybe this escape back to Somalia will set a positive example.

A disaster is only a true disaster, if it can't inspire the beginning of something better.

Life is infinitely many things - including beautiful and a lost cause. But the beautiful is not necessarily a lost cause, just as the lost causes aren't necessarily beautiful. Multiculturalism is a lost cause, and it is not a beautiful one.

Life is infinitely many things - including beautiful and a lost cause. But the beautiful is not necessarily a lost cause, just as the lost causes aren't necessarily beautiful. Multiculturalism is a lost cause, and it is not a beautiful one.

Like any political ideal, it is lovely as an ideal, less lovely in practice. But that's sort of life in a nutshell, no?

Life is a series of failures, mishaps, errors, fuck-ups and let downs—broken by the occasional triumph—from which we derive meaning. Or don't. It isn't just beautiful in spite of its costs, it is beautiful because of its costs. Europe was a grand dream, but it is a spent force. There's no horror or shame in this, it's just...life.

But there is also another Europe. One that lives in the herbs and roots. Maybe even still in a few hearts and minds. That's the real one.

It's not some sentimental fantasy, like the European 'idea'. It's just something worth fighting for. A special sense of love/order/intelligence. Almost all have forgotten that this Europe exists at all. But it's still here, whether we remember it or not.

It's not some sentimental fantasy, like the European 'idea'. It's just something worth fighting for. A special sense of love/order/intelligence. Almost all have forgotten that this Europe exists at all. But it's still here, whether we remember it or not.

That Europe is impervious to emphemera like immigration and modern culture. It doesn't have to be "fought for"; it just is, and nothing will change that. You cannot encompass spirit within a physical body, which is why, in the end, nationalism has left nothing behind but blood needlessly shed. The "Europe" that can be "fought for" is nothing but a scrap of dirt and whoever might be squatting on it at the moment. The "Europe" that you long for can't be fought for or guarded or protected or preserved; you can either live it, or not. But the choice is yours.